Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 711 - 492

Chapter 711: 492

So, Malin found several rivers east of Carterburg for them, provided materials, fish fry, and money, and let them establish a small village themselves. Malin also sent them a squad of City Guards to help fend off any Spirits that might appear.

Concerned that someone might cause trouble?

Malin thought there wouldn’t be such people, but if there were, he’d wipe them out and hang their heads at the village entrance as an effective warning to others—look, I, Malin, handle things with refined ease, and everyone must see me as a good person. If I kill, it’s because they started it.

While he let the fishermen start freshwater aquaculture (if they were successful, they would be brought into the Semi-Plane for large-scale aquaculture), Malin was already bustling about. The Naples production factory had just started operating; new Firearms were being produced continuously. Malin went to check the quality of the first batch of sample guns.

At the shooting range, Malin saw the new guns—these were the modular firearms he had previously discussed with the Dwarves’ Great Craftsman. All parts of all the guns were interchangeable.

As it turned out, this was all very much worth it—although the accuracy of this batch of guns spread about fifteen centimeters randomly past four hundred meters, Malin believed that these short-barreled rifles, used around one hundred meters, would be the defender’s best weapon at close range. Four hundred meters? Why not just switch to a longer-barreled rifle then.

Since these were the first batch of semi-automatic Firearms with a ten-round magazine, Malin gave the naming rights to his kin-in-law, His Majesty the King of Sydney, who gave it a rather ordinary name—the Sydney Military Semi-Automatic Rifle.

Therefore, Nova renamed the rifles she ordered for the Farole military to Farole Military Semi-Automatic Rifle·MKI.

Malin, however, was indifferent about the name. As long as people were willing to arm themselves with his guns and help obstruct the upcoming Tide of the Dead, Malin was willing to lower the price as much as possible. As for those who bought weapons only to turn them on their neighbors, it wasn’t that it couldn’t be done, but Malin would sell a batch of new weapons to the opponent at the fastest speed and the cheapest price, and then also provide the gentleman with two cannon teams for assistance.

Times have changed, my Lord. Why don’t you and your castle try out the joy that an 88mm cap-piercing shrapnel brings?

Malin didn’t know about everyone else, but if there was still a ’Spirits-Germany’ and ’Spirits-Soviet’ in the world, they would be collectively outraged.

By the time this expert fire-starter and his whole family are swept into the dust heap of history, Malin’s actions will begin to spread to the ears of all the nearby Nobles. This is usually very effective and hardly causes any resentment among the Nobles—at under the premise of their neighbor first doing wrong, the Legendary Mage Mr. Malin timely prevented further deterioration of the situation, and no one would complain, especially when they divvy up that neighbor’s property and land.

As for their superiors, Malin wondered if anyone would be foolish enough to come out and dispute with him over who truly owns the land.

It’s a pity that no one wishes to dance with the wolf. Facing a Legendary Mage and his tens of thousands of well-armed followers, even heroes would lose their nerve—not to mention that the Spencer family had just been hammered into fools by Mr. Malin, and the blood hadn’t even dried yet. Hardly any reckless individuals would pop up.

After all, those smart enough to survive these days wouldn’t make such mistakes. Previously, some felt that Malin lacked hard power and were talking behind his back, but ever since Malin became a Legendary Mage, no one dared to do that anymore.

In the Western Human World, stories of a Legendary Mage clearing your house tonight because he’s busy tomorrow have been told in various forms, through different means of communication, for at least a millennium.

After instructing the factory manager to maintain production quality, Malin continued his journey north. The zombies’ activities were growing increasingly rampant; just two days ago, a village had been overrun, with at least half the population unable to escape to the sea. Therefore, today, all villages in the coastal area leading to Carterburg have started to evacuate, and Malin has begun to arrange automaton maintenance on the railway—zombies have no desire to attack mechanical bodies (zombies attack living creatures to feed, and mechanical bodies are not on their attack list), and they even avoid them, so it’s better to let them repair and maintain the rails.

Malin entrusted this task to Mrs. Dorothy, who just recently gained access to sixteen processing threads and has begun learning how to compose poetry.

While Malin would prefer the lady to learn how to operate automatic gun turrets, she stated she didn’t have a weapons usage permit, only Mr. Jason had such authority.

So, Malin also brought this up with Jason, who rejected it, using a very classic line to conclude this heartfelt refusal.

"If you give me a hundred Gunmen, I could wipe out the entire Tide of the Dead, but as for gun turrets, let’s forget about it."

Okay, didn’t expect you to be a StarCraft player either.

Malin having finished his complaint, still decided to continue north—the National Church had invited Malin to offer some guidance on their arms industry.

Malin asked Lulu, and from the mouth of this Night Watcher, he confirmed that the National Church didn’t harbor any ulterior motives, then agreed to the invitation.

Actually, there was no need to worry about anything. For safety, Malin specifically brought Jason along this time; this user of small levitating prosthetics moved together with Malin, and Lulu also joined them as part of the entourage going north.